I deleted this a few months ago due to not knowing how to return to it after a month-long hiatus. I have since decided where I want this story to go and will continue to update it.

Chapter One

Percy was used to it by now. Wake up, pretend to learn, and go back to sleep. It was a rather boring and repetitive process that the boy of ten years often found himself despising. He blamed his ADHD. He was never able to truly pay attention to much of anything. Except for his mother of course. He sighed wistfully at the thought of seeing her at the end of the year. It was what got him through most of his school career. The thought of coming home to what had to be the best person on Earth. Not to mention the nearly endless amount of blue candy that she always brought home from the store that she worked at. It was a rather appealing idea for him to say the least.

Of course, going home to her would also mean coming home to Gabe. Percy's face scrunched up in disgust which confused his classmate to left. Gabe was a pig. The exact definition of human filth and everything that was wrong in the world. He reeked of alcohol and what Percy assumed to be drugs. However, the thoughts of his mother often overpowered the thoughts of Gabe.

"What do you think, Mr. Jackson?" Mr. Brunner called on him as the class turned to stare at him.

Shit.

He got lost in his thoughts again. It was a common occurrence with the boy. He often got distracted during class. Especially by his own thoughts. It caused him many issues throughout his student career as well as making him feel rather dumb at times.

"Uh… What was the question again?" Off to his left, he heard Nancy snicker. He still didn't know how to feel about her. The average person would've hated their school bully but Percy wasn't the average person. He just felt indifferent towards her.

Mr. Brunner smiled warmly. "Zeus once visited one Lycaon who was then the Prince of Arcadia. Zeus was, of course, disguised as a rather elderly man as to not to reveal his identity to the then mortal prince. Lycaon, however, saw through the god's guise and decided to test the King of the God's' omniscience by attempting to feed him the flesh of man. Zeus discovered Lycaon's misdeed and cursed him to become an immortal wolf. Never again to receive power or wealth and to forever be hunted by the gods and their children. Lycaon, not one to agree to being hunted for eternity, decided to use his newfound power to install himself as a God of Wolves and in all sense became a monster and enemy of the gods."

Percy listened to the aged instructor with interest. He always found the ancient myths that the teacher would preach about entertaining. This one, however, was rather interesting. A man who took his punishment and ended up becoming a god through it?

"I would say that Lycaon is rather impressive."

Brunner's eyes widened. Whatever he thought the boy was going to say this was definitely not it.

"And why, Mr. Jackson, do you think that?"

Percy hesitated for a few seconds. Thinking of how to respond.

"Well, Lycaon started out as a Prince didn't he?" Brunner nodded. Intrigued as to where the boy was going with this. "He was then punished by Zeus and became an immortal wolf to be hunted for all eternity. Instead of accepting his punishment he ended up being able to become a god. He took what was meant to make him hide in fear for all eternity and turned it into a way for him to gain even more power than he had before."

The disabled teacher stared at Percy in thought before nodding at him and continuing class.

The bell rung moments later and class was dismissed for lunch. Lunch was held in the courtyard of the school. Percy never particularly enjoyed lunch as he often found himself looking over his shoulder whenever he was alone. He never understood why but it always felt like something or someone was watching him and it was never a good feeling. He often shrugged it off as nothing but there were times where he couldn't quite shake the feeling.

"Perce!"

The boy turned around to see Grover, his best friend of a year, sprinting towards him. The raven-haired teen was never able to figure out how the other boy was able to run so fast.

"Grover, what's up?" Percy answered in a rather stoic manner. The other teen didn't seem to notice Percy's tone and continued the conversation.

"Not much. Just looking for my best bud to eat lunch with."

The green-eyed boy smiled up at his friend. Grover was a few inches taller than him. He enjoyed the boy's company however he couldn't really understand why the boy seemed to get nervous around certain people. Mr. Brunner was one of them.

He still remembered meeting Grover for the first time. He showed up to Yancy shortly before Brunner did. If he remembered correctly he was in the middle of being bullied by Nancy when Grover stepped in and attempted to save the boy from Nancy's insults. It didn't work of course and ended up drawing the sneaky girl's attention to him and thus they became partners in enduring the freckled girls insults.

Drip.

Rain. Percy always enjoyed the rain. Something about the way it fell soothed him. It felt empowering in a way. Like he could do anything. It was almost as good as the feeling he got when being wet or near water. Thunder came soon after and the classes began to retreat back inside of the building.

"We better get back inside, Perce." Grover gestured to the school entrance.

Percy sighed before following.

There was a rather large mass of fur sitting on top of the wall that bordered the academy. Percy stared at it in wonder before going back inside with Grover. The mass, a wolf, seemed to grin in a rather sadistic way. As if it was planning something.

"Is that a cat?" A young girl pointed up towards the wolf in confusion.

In response, the wolf growled causing her to hurry back inside. The girl knew better than to mess with an angry animal.

With an exhale of breath the wolf jumped down into the courtyard but winced when it landed. It was rather beat up and injured. However, that was all about to change.

Percy always enjoyed Yancy's swimming pool. Something about the way the water felt against his skin always made him feel relaxed. Especially when he was stressed out from whatever was troubling him.

So that's where he was currently. Sitting at the bottom of the academy's swimming pool. He sometimes wondered what would happen if he tried to breathe while underwater. It was a foolish thought but it he always as the desire to. Of course, he never would. The water would instantly go to his lungs and he would end up drowning which was not something that he wanted to test.

He swam up to the surface and looked up at Grover who was staring at him with concern on his face. Grover always seemed to become worried whenever Percy showed any love for water. Except when he was drinking it of course. The boy would always look down and mutter something to himself before putting on what seemed to be a fake smile. Percy noticed of course. He always did.

Night fell before either of the two could think and they quickly made their way back to the boy's dormitory.

Percy found himself staring up at the bottom of the top bunk, where Grover was snoring, lost in his thoughts. This was another common occurrence in the boy's life. He often found himself attempting to avoid sleep. When he slept that was when the nightmares came. Percy despised the nightmares. It didn't help that most of them didn't make any sense. They mainly consisted enlarged versions of animals and his death. The most common one was the eagle. He often found himself dreaming of the giant bird of prey snatching him from the courtyard of Yancy only to then take him to the top of Empire State Building to then be devoured. There were others of course. An owl devouring him, being trampled by a boar, etc. There were ones that he liked significantly more than the others of course. They weren't nightmares as much as they were just confusing. These dreams usually had a bear or a deer in them. Whatever animal it was always appeared to be more gentle than all of the others that appeared in his dreams. They always seemed to glare at him and when the did he shrunk. He often found himself becoming some sort of horned rabbit. A jackalope. He woke up shortly after his transformation however. Thus he found himself in for another sleepless night. It was always like this. Just stay awake until sleep eventually overtakes him. Of course, Grover made it easy with his snoring.

Shuffle

Percy quickly sat up, almost hitting his head on the top bunk. What was that? The boy turned to the entrance to the dormitory. Yancy was a rather minimalist school where doors were often only found on classrooms or restrooms. Meaning that Percy could look into the now pitch black hallway that the dormitory lead to. He felt something there. Something watching. Waiting for his reaction.

The thing moved closer. Not enough to make out what it was fully but enough to see the dark silhouette of a canine. Then it turned and Percy subconsciously took a breath and held it. The thing was looking at him. A pair of golden eyes bore into him with a look of curiosity. He could've sworn he saw the figure wag its tail as if it was a dog who found something that it lost. Percy could most definitely see that it was indeed not a dog. Dogs weren't that large. He wondered if he was seeing things. It wouldn't be the first time. He always saw strange creatures. Why would a giant… wolf? Yeah, a wolf. Why wouldn't a wolf be one of them.

"Perce?" Grover spoke in a fearful voice. "What are you still doing up?"

The wolf glared up at the boy in the top bunk and gave a small growl before running off down the hallway. Percy let out the breath he was holding. He was about to ask Grover if he also saw it but stopped. He knew that the other boy didn't. Whenever creatures appeared like this before no one believed him so why would Grover?

"Just thinking about some stuff, G-Man."

Grover seemed to be calmer now that the creature left and sighed. "Well make sure you get some sleep. We have class tomorrow."

Percy continued to stare at the entryway where the wolf once stood. He wasn't scared by the animal. Not like how he was with the other creatures he's seen. They all appeared to be violent. The wolf didn't look violent. It actually looked rather happy when it stared at him if the wagging of its tail indicated anything.

"Right. I'll get to that. Good night, G-Man."

Percy glanced down from the edge of his bed to where the wolf was standing and noticed something odd. There was a puddle. It was red and thick. Percy realized it to be blood. Was the wolf hurt? How did it even get inside of the school? The walls that bordered the academy were nearly fifteen feet tall. There was no way that it jumped over them.

Percy laid down and stared back up at the bottom of Grover's bunk. He was very confused now. He was also very awake after what happened. Grover, however, was now back to snoring happily. It seemed that his friend didn't see the wolf after all.

Percy felt a strange urge to follow the wolf. As if it was calling to him. Should he? Was it even there though? Did it even exist? Percy pondered for a good five minutes before getting out of his bed and walking towards the entry to the hallway. He took a breath and then exhaled. No time like the present as his mom would say. He then walked out into the hallway with Grover snoring behind him.

The wolf, Lycaon, let out a whine as he fell down next to the entrance of the school. He had barely made it outside. He glanced back towards the school with a scowl. That damn satyr got in his way. If he were recovered he would've ended that damn goat then and there. The demigod was a strong one. Even without knowing his heritage he had a stronger scent than most. Lycaon was surprised there weren't more monsters nearby. He would've ended them of course. The pup was his. Not to kill. He didn't want to kill the boy. He wanted to use him. That damn moon goddess got him good this time. He still winced as he felt the remnant of the arrow in his side. The arrow nearly punctured his heart bringing him closer to death than he cared to be.

That's where the boy came in. He was immensely powerful. A child of the Big Three no doubt. Lycaon chuckled and licked a rather nasty gash that was on his right paw. Those three idiots never were able to keep their oaths and he was sure that everyone else knew it as well. He winced in pain as he attempted to stand. He needed that boy. This body was losing power after all of these years and who better to replace it then a child of the Big Three? The boy, while strong for an untrained demigod, was weak and unknowing of his heritage, which made him ripe for the taking. Yes. He wanted to use the boy as a host. If he were to continue living then he needed to get out of this body and into the boy's. Perce was what the satyr called him. Most likely a nickname for Perseus. The wolf god chuckled.

He perked up. He could smell the boy coming down the hall and hear his light footsteps as his feet collided with the floor tiles. So the boy was coming for him? Perhaps this was easier than he thought. He watched as Percy slowly opened the door and exited Yancy Academy. The boy, who let out a small gasp when he saw the injured wolf, quickly ran over to it and kneeled in front of it.

"I was right. You were real." Percy gazed down at the injured god.

The wolf looked up towards the demigod and appeared to give a weak smile.

"Of course I'm real. You didn't seriously think something like me could have simply been made up did you?"

Percy fell backward and landed onto the concrete below. The boy's curious and worried look now turned into a surprised one.

"You can… talk?"

"Talk? In this form? Of course not. I'm simply speaking to you through telepathy right now." The wolf seemed to be amused at the boy's curiosity.

"Wait. So you are talking to me… through my mind?"

"I suppose you could say that."

Percy and Lycaon continued to stare at each other. Lively gold eyes boring into raging sea-green ones. Percy began to wonder if this was normal for teenagers to experience and then quickly pushed the thought aside. Of course, it's not.

"You're injured." The boy gestured to the wolf god's torn up side.

Lycaon let out a pained whine. "Yes. It appears I am."

The boy's gaze softened. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"

This surprised the god. Most demigods that he's met were not so keen on helping other creatures. They were similar to gods in that regard. This boy, who was extremely powerful and most likely quite popular amongst the mortals, just asked if he would be able to assist him. This caused him to lift his head up and lick the boy's cheek. The boy widened his eyes slightly but other than that did not react. Lycaon smirked.

"I'm afraid there's not much that you would be able to do to help me. Well maybe you cou- No never mind. That's stupid." Lycaon began to put his plan into action.

"What is it?"

The wolf grimaced slightly. "You see, boy, there is a girl that's after me. Let's just say that I won't last long if she were to find me."

Percy looked rather worried now and quickly glanced around them.

"Is she evil?"

"Evil? I wouldn't say that. Just angry. She is a very very angry girl. One who is not to keen on leaving something like me alive."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Percy looked to the injured wolf who was now looking at the boy in amazement.

Hook, line, and sinker. Lycaon smirked. He was going to continue living after all.

"There is one thing you could do."

"What is it?"

"Come here. Place your forehead to mine."

Percy did as he was told and now had his forehead resting against the soft fur of Lycaon. He was rather confused as to what was happening.

"Prepare yourself, boy."

Percy began to feel a small fuzzy feeling in his head. The feeling began to grow larger and larger until eventually, it was the only thing the boy could feel. The cold Manhattan air? Gone. The cement that he was sitting on? Gone. Even the feeling of the clothes on his body vanished. The fuzz continued to grow until it consumed him. Then he was unconscious.

Lycaon opened his eyes and looked at his paws. No. Not his paws. He looked at his hands with wonder. He clenched the palm into a fist and smiled. It worked. He became one with the boy! He still felt the pup in the back of his mind. He was asleep. Becoming one with a divine being took a lot out of someone of course so it could be understood. To think that he could destroy the boy so easily right now. He was so weak in this state. Of course this was the only chance he would get in a long while. The boy will never be in this state again. Completely vulnerable. He sighed and removed the thought from his head. He won't destroy the boy. Not after he helped him so willingly. Lycaon cursed under his breath. He went and got himself indebted to a mortal. Just great. He smelled something. It was a scent that he hasn't smelled in quite a while. Centaur. If he had to guess it most likely was that insufferable trainer of heroes, Chiron. The nerve of that man never ceased to amaze him. Especially with the way how he treated him. He was a god and that insufferable centaur treated him as a fraud. As something as low as… no… something lower than a dog.

"Percy?" Mr. Brunner, or Chiron as Lycaon known him, asked the called the boy of twelve years. "What are you doing out at this hour?"

Lycaon released a breath he didn't know he was holding. It would be best to play along. For both his and the boy's sake.

"Hello…" Lycaon searched the boys head for Chiron's disguise. "Mr. Brunner. I was just out getting some fresh air. That's all. I'll make my way back to my dorm now."

Chiron narrowed his eyes in thought as he looked at the young boy. He attempted to get a look at his eyes but Lycaon was shielding them from view. Without thinking Chiron grabbed the boy's arm.

"Are you alright, Percy?" The trainer of heroes questioned with narrowed eyes.

Lycaon pulled his, or Percy's, arm away rather forcefully.

"I assure you, sir. I am quite alright." Lycaon began to walk away before Chiron called him again with the suspicion in his voice gone.

"Before you leave, Mr. Jackson, why don't you take this?" The centaur handed the boy a pen.

"A pen? Whatever for sir?" Lycaon attempted to sound as convincing as possible and it seemed to be working.

"For your schoolwork of course. However, I must say that if you ever find yourself in any sort of… violent trouble with anything then just click the top."

The boy looked at the man confused. "The top?"

"Yes, my boy, The top. Where the eraser of a pencil would usually go."

Lycaon became weary. Whatever this pen was, a weapon most likely, didn't bode well with him. Perhaps it was due to the fact that nearly every weapon he has ever come in contact with attempted to kill him Either way, there was something sinister about the pen than what it appeared to be at first glance.

"How would this…pen… help me with violence?" Lycaon attempted to play it off by being naive. The more this centaur believed him to be a dimwitted child the better.

"Well… I suppose you would have to just find out when the time comes. Won't you?" Chiron began to roll his wheelchair back into the building.

"Yes. I suppose I shall."

Chiron grinned slightly. "Well, I bid you goodnight, Mr. Jackson."

"Of course, Mr. Brunner. Good night."

Lycaon found himself staring at the pen when he made his way back to the boy's dormitory. The satyr was still sleeping. The pen, however, intrigued the wolf god. It wasn't a simple ink pen like the god originally thought. It was one of those multi-colored ones. It had four colored pins on the sides of the head directly underneath the odd clicker where an eraser usually resided. On the side was a word, Anaklusmos.

"Riptide?" Lycaon froze at the name. It sounded familiar.

He glanced at the four colors. Red, blue, green, and black. Whenever he pushed one of the pins down the pen will release the small pointed piece of metal that was used to write down whatever the user wanted with whatever color was selected. Whenever he pushed a different color pin down the piece of metal would retract. If he pushed the newly selected pin down a second time than it would once again release the piece of metal to write in the newly selected color. So far it appeared to be a regular pen. However he knew better. Chiron would never give just a pen to someone. Especially after he caught said someone outside past curfew. He inspected the clicker that rested on the top of the pen similar to how an eraser rested on pencil. It was small and formed a small loop. The only thing that he could put into the loop would have been a small piece of thread. However, it was how the loop rested so uniquely on the tip of the pen. It wasn't there for show. It was meant to be clicked down and Lycaon had a couple guesses as to what happened when it was. Which is why he pocketed the pen.

It was a weapon. This much was obvious. Chiron, Trainer of Heroes, meant for the demigod to have this. However, the timing felt off, why would he give it to the boy now? Did he expect something to happen? Was the boy in danger? Lycaon scoffed at that idea. Of course, he was in danger. He was a child of one of the Big Three. If the boy wasn't in danger than he would've had to be the luckiest demigod alive. Seeing as to how the boy met him, there was no way that luck was the case.

Something was approaching. He could smell it. It was quite a distance away. A few miles away at most. Probably closer than that. He knew that smell. It was that damned goddess! She has been on his trail for months and caused his last body to be destroyed! She wasn't an idiot. No. He would be a fool to think she was. It would be impossible to hide the fact that he has become one with the boy from her. It would be so much easier if he could give the boy control over his body again. That would throw off his scent. Make it harder for him to track. She would think he vanished. However he couldn't give the boy control. No, the boy was long asleep and most likely would be for a few days at the least. He was going to have to run. He despised running but even he knew that this boy's body was not yet powerful enough to take on a goddess. It was nowhere close. She would defeat him in an instant. He wouldn't stand a chance. If the boy died then he died and he will not be having any of that.

Lycaon stood up rather abruptly and glanced down at the boy's body. It was clothed. Jeans and a t-shirt. He quickly put the shoes onto the twelve-year old's feet. He knew he was going to have to change form. The boy's human form simply wouldn't have adapted to his newly gained abilities enough to be able to use them.

Lycaon sighed. He knew that if he were to continue living than it would be best that he leave now.

Without glancing at the now awake Grover he walked back out into the hallway.

Grover followed him. He stayed silent however. Well as silent as a satyr could get. Percy… or whoever this was… still hasn't noticed him yet. He watched as the boy walked outside into the courtyard. Grover knew Percy and from what he knew of the boy so far. This was a normal occurrence. Percy would often go into the courtyard at night. Right around when the dew began to settle on the grass. He shrugged this off and went back to the dormitory. Besides, he knew Chiron was awake as well, which meant the boy most likely had another pair of eyes on him at the moment. He needed sleep. If what Chiron said was true than it was best to prepare. If Alecto has indeed become a teacher at Yancy than it would be best to rest and prepare so he could better protect Percy. Knowing the Furies she would stay for a few months before taking any chances. Possibly even longer since Chiron was here. With an exhale of breath, he went back to bed.

Lycaon glanced up at the full moon and let out a low growl. Which was impressive considering he was in a twelve year old's body. He began to hate the sign of that moon. It meant that she was out. That she and her insufferable group sexist girl scouts were hunting. Hunting him. Even after these hundred- no. Thousands of years he never forgot what it was like to be hunted. The moon goddess is only his newest adversary. He has been hunted for as long as he could remember. By gods, demigods, hell even some monsters sought to dethrone him. They were fools. He was a god after all. The God of Wolves. Canines feared and obeyed him without question and will continue to do so. He will make sure of it, but first he had to escape this insufferable goddess. He let out an annoyed sigh as he looked down towards the boy's palm.

He placed the boy's right hand into his mouth, which now had significantly sharper fangs, and bit down. Hard. The change was instant. His bone structure changed immediately, hide and fur began to take the place of the fleshy skin. The wolf looked at his new body. The fur was pitch black and rather untamed looking. He was smaller than he would have liked to have been. It was most likely due to the boy's young age that this form hasn't reached full maturity yet. The wolf glared at the moon with something akin to hatred. He would have prefered to have done this at a later time. When he was used to this new body but the goddess didn't wait. She was ordered to kill him and that was what she intended to do. Thus he was forced to prematurely transform. It shouldn't harm the boy's body too much and what harm it did cause would have been temporary.

He looked to the wall that bordered the school. He needed to move. Now. With how close he sensed her to be she would be here in an hour at most and with her the rest of the hunt. He ran straight towards the wall and, without any noticeable trouble, vaulted right over it. Lycaon stopped for a few seconds to look back at the school. Chiron would notice the demigod missing. That could be an issue later on. He sighed once more and continued running. If Chiron became an issue later on he would take care of it. Right now, however, he needed to escape. He looked south and smiled. Perfect. He turned and began to run in towards the south. He had no real destination in mind but he knew that anywhere other than where he was at just now would be safer. The farther away he got from that she-devil the better. The wolf was hard to see. Especially with its black fur. It easily weaved in-between the bystanders of the busy Manhattan nightlife. Of course, they didn't see a wolf. All they saw was a small black lab running through the busy Manhattan streets. It was a common occurrence for ones dog to get loose so they paid it no attention. Lycaon chuckled at them. Foolish mortals. Not even realizing what is actually running in their presence. They don't even question the speed of which I'm running. Lycaon often found himself amused by what the mortals saw. Where demigods saw the truth, which in this case was a rather small wolf running at speeds unimaginable, humans saw a simple dog and wrote it up as an escaped one at that. He knew better however. Mortal weren't completely useless. He used to be one in-fact. They had their uses and he was sure that he was going to have to eventually come into contact with one at some point in the future.

He noticed that it had become darker. They busy street life had been replaced with a much quieter street road. A more suburban area. The thought of stopping did pass his mind of course. He had been running for a few hours by now and this new body could only take so much. He decided against it and continued his sprint. He knew better than to get comfortable. It would be foolish to stop and rest. He needed his trail gone and for that to happen he needed to get the boy back in control. Once Percy's in control than the scent changes. His vanishes and Percy's returns. It would be quite simple. He needed to get far away enough from that dreadful moon goddess so that the boy had enough time to recover.

He noticed that it became morning. The sun rose and was now providing light to the Earth. This was good. With Apollo on duty, Artemis will be significantly less of a threat for now. Prey became harder to track during the day. He knew this from experience. The mortals would come out of their homes making it harder for the goddess to move unnoticed. Especially with her stupid "mortals shall not witness my hunt" rule. It would be like hiding in plain sight. Of course, it would also mean that it will be harder for him to move unnoticed. Humans weren't very happy with wild animals on the loose. Even if said animal appeared to be a dog to them. Thus he continued running. Even as the sun began to heat up the ground he was sprinting on. He knew when he had to stop but until he got there he knew he couldn't.

So he didn't. He just ran.

So this is the first chapter of "Íroas." The title might change to something else so do expect a change there sooner rather than later. If you have any ideas please let me know. I'm going to use this little end area to try and explain anything that might be confusing. Basically this an AU rewrite which begins about three months before the Lightning Thief. I am pretty sure that I messed the timeline up somewhere. If I did please let me know and I will fix any mistakes. On that matter of Riptide's redesign. I modeled this new Riptide off a multicolored pen that I've been using quite a bit in the real world. Whether the newly modeled version is (overpowered) I cannot quite say yet. Riptide will be quite a bit different. This will be shown in future chapters. However if you can guess how this new Riptide functions please put your ideas into a review. I would love to see what you guys come up with. Lycaon is not completely evil in this story. Just a little insane. This will most likely be a bit darker than the original series.